Fans >> Fan Fiction >> Barely Legal by Geisha

Good party. One of your girlfriends had told you that you had to come to this party downtown because apparently it was going to be a sweltering pit of young male rocker ass. She was partly right. And one of them had been giving you the eyeball all evening. So you decided to play hard-to-get. Why should rock stars have all the fun?

"Hey," he grinned, "I've not seen you before."

"Oh, aren't you my landlord's son?" you grinned slyly. Of course you knew exactly who he was. Truth be told, you'd been writhing around listening to "Barely Legal" over and over for the last month and a half, lusting after his sweet brown eyes...and he was even tastier in person. Photographs didn't do his beauty justice, and you caught yourself staring at his full sensual lips and the way he kind of swaggered across the room in his vintage jeans.

"Think so," he said, catching on to the little game. "Where's the building again?"

"Virginia." This was growing more absurd by the minute.

"Nah, must not be me." He grabbed your hand suddenly and kissed it. "Pleased to meet you, and your name is..."

"Lily," offering your hand, "Pleased to meet you, Julian. I know who you are."

"Good, makes my life easier. Explaining yourself is a waste of time. Want anything?" He took a long swig off his German brew, and gestured toward the kitchen.

"Get me one of those."

"'Kay. Be right back." He walked off. Mmm, I could watch him walk away all day, you chuckled to yourself. There was even a little hole in the back of the leg. Someone turned on a Blondie album and you started swaying back and forth, not really dancing. You lit a vanilla cigarrette. You didn't smoke often but tonight was a special occasion. Judging by the way he was looking at you, it was about to get a lot more special.

Returning from his odyssey to the fridge, shoving his way through the crowd, Jules started to hand you the cold, green glass bottle, but then hesitated, holding it just above your reach in a teasing gave of keep-away "You sure you're allowed to have this?" An obvious remark about your age, but made out of flirtation. It was true, with your round face and petite frame, you looked like jail bait.

"Yeah. I get that all the time."

"Just making sure," he chuckled. He handed you the beer. "Merry Christmas."

You take a sip and feel the cold go all the way down into your stomach. "Happy New Year." A soft, throaty laugh escaped your lips and he smiled again.

"So, what brings you to this little festivity?" He was just looking at your, really interested. Rapt.

"One of my girlfriends cuts your band mate's hair."

"I see. Having fun?"

"Yeah," you grinned, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously. You couldn't help but notice the way he was fidgeting his hands in his pockets. Is he...nervous?

He quickly lit a cigarette. "It's too loud. Sad state of affairs when someone like me wants to leave a party and go do something quiet." He paused and gave you a look. "Do you want to get out of here?" "Sure."

An hour later *************

"Hey, want to watch a movie?"

You emerged from his bathroom, with the red bathtub and newspapers covering the floor. What an innocent request, and here you'd been thinking...

He really was sweet.

He was squatting down in front of his TV looking in a little cabinet underneath, and turned around, brushing a few messy pieces of hair out of his eyes.

"Maybe, what do you want to do?"

"Relax. I was just gone for almost a year and I just want to...be a boring guy for a little while. I mean I love those guys but, fuck, don't they ever stay in?"

"It's OK, I'll be boring with you. Sit." You gestured toward the couch. It was kind of sitting in the middle of the room, and you walked behind it and started to sort of rub his neck and shoulders. He responded by letting out a little moan of appreciation and turning his head toward you. Your faces weren't six inches apart and your lips met in a gentle kiss, your lips barely touching at first but then your tongues mingling like oil and wine between your mouths. He was so good at this, and your senses filled with the smell of him: after-shave, beer, smoke, and something else you couldn't put your finger on.

You walked around the couch to sit next to him. and he clicked on the TV to an old episode of SNL. He took off the leather jacket he was wearing and tossed it onto the overstuffed chair a few feet away, and put his arm around you.

You watched a few sketches. "You know..." He started.

"What?" You turned toward him.

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I mean, whatever happens, happens, but just know..." He took your hand and kissed it, those delicious lips sending shivers up your arm. "I have a lot of respect for you. I'm glad you're here. I feel really comfortable with you already and it almost feels like I know you already."

You smiled. What a gentleman. You placed a hand on his chest and moved up closer and gave him another kiss, this time a little rougher, a little hungrier. You moaned, and he started moving his mouth to your neck, your ears, your eyelids...the room was spinning and he was in the center of it.

You started working your hands up his shirt, running your hands over his bare chest and stomach. It surprised you how soft and smooth his skin was, and he moaned his appreciation, pulling the shirt over his head as you started kissing his chest and neck.

"Wow," you breathed, getting a good look at him and straddling his lap to get a better angle. He had a gorgeous body. You didn't get much more chance to admire him, though, because he pulled you into another long, passionate kiss. He walked his hands up the back of your top and pulled back a moment, caressing your lower back.

"You feel so good, baby." He smiled, averting his eyes to the darkened room behind him, and asked, "Shall we?"

Without a word, you stood up before him and took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He led you into the bedroom, which was dark. You started to reach for the lightswitch but he shook his head and pulled his Zippo out of his pocket and lit a candle on the dresser. When he placed the lighter back into his pocket, you couldn't help but notice the delicious bulge that was growing in his jeans. He was obviously enjoying this as much as you were, and you couldn't wait to keep going.

You sat down on the side of the bed and removed your thin, hooded sweatshirt. He took his place beside you, and began kissing your neck again, and lower, onto your chest, tugging down the neckline of the thin tank top to taste what was underneath. The shirt was thin and underneath you wore a black lace bra. Your nipples were straining the fabric, dying for attention. His hands moved up and down your back, caressing the creamy skin. He expertly unclasped your bra with one hand and started sliding the straps off of your shoulders and pulled the bra down under your top. Tossing the lace garment over his shoulder, he sat back and admired you, your hard nipples very visible underneath the sheer fabric, before going back to covering your body with his kissing.

You were reeling with pleasure, savoring the moment and fantasizing about what was next at the same time. You couldn't help but appreciate the pace at which he was moving, un-wrapping you like a delicious chocolate. He started to remove your tank top and was kissing your bare stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair and moaned with pleasure. This was insane. You'd just met 2 hours ago. But it felt so good. You were being so naughty and indeed, what a man to get naughty with.

He pulled your top off over your head and you immediately pulled him down onto the bed with you, your flesh mingling. You took your place on top of him, straddling his waist and leaned down to meet his mouth in a ravenous kiss. His hands cupped your ample breasts, pinching the sweet pink points at the center of them playfully. Your tongues fluttered against each other. It was almost too much for you to take.

You started kissing his neck, his chest, working your way down, tasting every inch of his skin to the top of his jeans. You undid his belt and started sliding the zipper down when he stopped you for a moment.

You groaned. "You're a tease, Julian."

"No, I'm not." He seemed a little put-out at the suggestion. "I just need to re-situate myself for what I think you're going to do." He sat up against the headboard, propping himself up with pillows behind his back. "I want to watch you."

Now that was a great idea. In a single gesture you were able to remove his jeans and shorts, and you brought your mouth to the tip of his member and gently licked, all the way down the shaft. Then wrapping your mouth around began to suck slowly and surely, trying carefully not to get him too close, especially with the way he was reacting, moaning your name and stroking the back of your head with appreciation. You couldn't help yourself; you usually didn't enjoy this, but your man usually wasn't as appreciative as he was, and you kept sucking, harder and faster and loving every minute of it. You started to feel his muscles tighten and you knew you'd better stop. You were dying to fuck.

You crawled back up his incredible naked body to meet his mouth again in a passionate, deep meeting of lips and tongue. You could feel his hands on your hips, teasing inside the waistband of your skirt and playing with the straps of your panties.

"I want you so badly," he moaned and pulled your hips toward him so that he could undress you properly, sliding the skirt down your hips to reveal your sexiest panties. My lucky panties, no doubt.

"Mmmm me too baby." You smiled as he toyed with the postage-stamp sized bottoms you were wearing at the moment. You took initiative and slid them down your hips slowly, teasing him, maybe even torturing him. The look in his eyes said he was dying to rip them off of you, but he was content to watch.

That is, until the panties made their way onto the floor and placing a pillow behind your head, he laid you on your back and parted your thighs. He started kissing your nipples again, sucking them, started kissing down your stomach, all the way down, teasing your clit with his fingertips and then his tongue. You were so wet, you were sure you had to be soaking the sheets. You were his plaything, you both knew it, and you were both savoring every second of it.

You started to move your hips toward his, hoping to press him inside you, but he pulled back and instead rubbed his cock against your clit, running it all the way down your now soaking lips, and then started rubbing it against your opening. You were aching for it. You didn't think you'd ever wanted anything so badly.

He finally relented, sliding into and completely filling you, thrusting gently at first. That was all you needed, and started to feel yourself tighten and pulse around his huge cock. You started to cum, crying out with pleasure, and he continued to fuck you as he took you in his arms and held you against the waves of pleasure rocking your entire body and kept coming steadily for what seemed like forever.

"Mmmm are you getting close?" you smiled slyly at Julian who was now moving much faster than he had been, much harder. You could tell he wasn't going to last much longer and you were right. He started to moan your name again, felt him cum into you like warm honey and then finally release and lay down on top of you, clearly exhausted and very satisfied.

You lay together like that for a long time, still panting with pleasure and with him still inside you, the occasional kiss on salty, sex-scented skin. It felt so comfortable and intimate to lie together like this, like lovers who'd known each other for years instead of the relative strangers you truly were who'd met mere hours ago.

"Lily." He rested a hand on the curve of your hip. "I didn't think it would be like that. I mean it just felt like.wow." You rolled onto your sides together and covered up with a blanket because it was starting to get chilly now that your bodies weren't creating friction. "You're amazing." He buried his face in your cleavage and kissed between your breasts. Your heads came to rest on the same pillow, your faces mere inches apart, and you both started to drift off to the sound of each others' heartbeats.